For this week's six, I'll be taking the lines from my current WIP, Mists of Eria, a fantasy romance. Cal, our heroine, has seen and dreamed of things that shouldn't be possible. She's been like this since childhood, but has learned the hard way that she can't share her tale.
Pressing a hand to her still aching forehead, she bent over to retrieve her bag but froze at what she saw. The floor underneath the bag, underneath her feet, rippled. The whole floor swelled into a mass of waves.
She jerked her legs up onto the bed, her heart plummeting through the floor. As she whimpered, her eyes stayed fixated on the floor.
A flickering, glittering mist formed on the ground, overtaking the strange ripples and leaving her blind while it slowly crept over the bed.
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